An Ke dropped Chi Huan off at the prestigious Number Ten residence.
"Miss Chi, I'll come back after I drop off Lawyer Yue. If you need anything, just call me."
She nodded, "Okay, go ahead."
The white Ferrari reversed and left.
Chi Huan walked towards the apartment building, her pace quickening with each step until she was almost running. When she tried to enter, she was so hasty that she entered the wrong password twice.
She pushed the door open forcefully, and a sense of emptiness hit her.
When Mo Shiqian was at home, he was always a man of few words, his passion only evident in bed. The rest of the time, it was cold and quiet, except for the occasional display of firmness.
Cooking, cleaning up the house she wasn't good at tidying, the rest of the time was spent reading books or working on his laptop.
But the absence of one person felt like the absence of humanity itself, leaving a deathly silence in its wake.